we get the arrival of another Doom Patrol character from the comics, a really long trip, and the perils of amateur dramatics.
Things are never particularly normal for the Doom Patrol. That should go without saying by this point. But events are getting weirder and potentially more dangerous as the second season hits roughly halfway (they lost an episode due to the coronavirus shut down, as did so many shows).
We see several familiar faces return, someone go through some changes, and a seriously freaky party, even by the standards of this show. Parts of it are exactly what it sounds like as we deal with “Sex Patrol.”
Things have been going worse than usual for the Doom Patrol, and that really says something. The group has never been more fragmented, and now they get a visit from one of Grant Morrison’s creations, which never goes well.
With a show as weird as Doom Patrol, you really never know what you’re going to get. Going into the season finale, Alan Tudyk provides a Mr. Nobody voiceover for a rhyming recap of the season.
Doom Patrol has been jumping around in their characters’ histories as the season has been going along, and now we see more of Eric Morden before he had his origin. It’s something of a prelude to the origin we saw in episode one, set in 1946 Chicago.
The group has been through a lot, and seen enough to doubt themselves. But with the progress they have been making, some faster than others, they are beginning to function better.
“Frances Patrol” offers several of them a chance to come to grips with their pasts, and look for some degree of closure. The episode is short on action, mostly a character driven piece, and I think it’s one of their better ones.
At the end of last episode, Jane wasn’t looking too good, and we got a small peek inside her head. We get a lot more of that this episode, as Cliff ends up learning more about his teammate than he expected to.
Throughout the course of their history, the Doom Patrol has had their share of odd and even unique characters. More than their share and probably most of someone else’s share, for that matter.